The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1887-01-28

Betty first went ont. and began 10 re-
sumo her ordinary life as II nothing
had happened. the Squires family had
gone abroad, and had taken Louise
Turner with IN IN 10 tighten the si,ad-
ow Of their grief; and stone In the
Squires lot in the cemetery recorded
the fact that Aleck Fanshawe
had lived and died. II would
have been melancholy comfort to
Betty 10 hang wreaths upon that
great white stone that confronted her
like ghost among he shrubbery. 20
plant flowers about 1t. But how could
she lavish such Loving trifles in memory
Of the man who had deprived her Of the
poor privilege Of weeping for him? She
sometimes fclt rs II she would like to
leave Haven forever; every road aud
stilc and bit Of wood reminded her of
Aleck. 1t was here he met her on her
daily walk from school; ii was in the
wood they gathered the autumn leaves.
and came home laden with spoils; on
this river the moonlight had found
them; on this wild bank Aleck had sat
and skctchcd the scene for her; beneath
this tree he had read TO her from the
poets. The very mir Of the places they
had frcquentcd together seemed filed
with the tender words he had spoken.
Could it be that he had not cared?
Why, then, had he spent his last even
ing ashore with her? He had left early.
to be sure, saying he must pack and be
off by daybrcak. Had he gone from
her 10 Louise? The bough Of scarlet
berries he had given her that night had
hung in her room ever since, where her
eyes would see it on waking. The first
time she was able to walk across the
room after her illness she took it down
and threw it upon the open fire; in
deed. she took out all Of his letters for
the same purpose, but put them back
again. not strong enough 10 abandon
them all at once.
1t was summer at Haven. but it was
not summer in Betty lie Brcton's heart.
l think she remembered other Junes.
whose flowers were no sweeter. whose
woods were no grcener--Junes that
had borrowed something Of their charm
from her own happiness, that like the
moon shone with borrowed light. She
was trying to sing one Of the old songs
At her piano one twilight-songs she
had sung with Aleck in their drives
through the woodland aisles, where
they had loved to lingcr; but the sobs
choked her. and the tears crowded and
jostlcd each other in her eyes; and sud-
denly when the last vibration Of the
notes had ceased. voice outside took
up the strain and sang it through.
1T is Aleck," she cried, hurrying to
the piazza like one in dream. Then
she walked. turned back and sat down.
Surprising it was Aleck. he belonged to
Louise. OF course 1t was mistake.
II was because she had been thinking
about him. Alcck was dead. and she
had no right to think Of him. She
never would think Of him again
never; she would forget him. as he had
forgotten her. Dead or alive. he could
be nothing TO her-nothing. nothing.
He had broken her heart; could one
love with n broken heart? Somebody
was coming into the room with a
lighted lamp, preceded by excited
voices. 1t was Miss L. Breton. fol-
lowed by Mrs. Amcs.
''Isn't il marvclous?- she was say
ing. "Such shock, too, for The
Squirc's family, just as they were get
ting used to the idea 81 DEATH"
''But il 1t truc?' asked Miss lie
Breton.
Betty had shrunkcn into the dark
corner Of the long room (Which one
lamp only illuminated in patches) in
order to hide the tears upon her eye
lids.
True rs preaching. Twas just get
ting into the train for Haven this after
noon--I had been up to town for a
trifIc Of shopping heard famil-
lar voice saying: Allow me to carry
your bundle, Mrs. Ames.' 1t made me
shivcr and my blood curJlle. looked
over my shoulder, expecting to see q
sn'Sta runway statiou queer
place for ghost. though, isn't ii?
Well. there stood Alcck Fanshawe. I
sha'n't be any more surprised at the
Day IT Judgment"
'.What changcv' cried Miss lie
Breton; ''and they all in their MOURN
ing. and the stone up in the cemetery.
and the estate administered upon! /
wonder where Betty TSP"
''Ycs, seems as though they'd been
to a mortal lot Of expense for moth
ing"
''And what happy day for Louise
Turner!" sighed Miss lie Breton. II
suppose he has cablcd 10 his fathcr?"
Mrs Amcs answered with hearty
laugh. That's the oldest part Of Il.
He asked about all the folks, coming
down in the train; he didn't know
they'd gone TO Europe. And he asked
first Of all after your Bctty--upon my
word! And you don't want to know
about Loliscy said l. Louise who?'
said he. why, Louise Turner, Of
course What about her? Il she